Her Little Helper

Chapter 27

*Savannah's POV*

The car ride to Samuel's house felt like an eternity. He had his men force me into an adult-sized car seat that was custom-made with straps that buckled and locked with a key. It was a total perversion of what a car seat should be, and was solely meant to keep me restrained. 

"Aw, doesn't my little girl look so adorable in her car seat?" Samuel asked no one in particular as he cooed at me from the passenger seat. Emerson drove while the other thug sat beside me.

"Edwards, can you make sure that top strap is tight enough? I don't need my new baby wiggling out of her seat." He asked with a laugh. The thug, Edwards, which I assumed was the man's last name, exasperatedly tugged on the strap, clearly not enjoying his duty of watching over me.

The car eventually came to a stop in front of Samuel's house, at which he stepped out of the car, closing the door behind him along with Edwards and Emerson. The three men talked outside for a moment, leaving me alone in the car. I took the opportunity to pull as hard as I could on the strap buckles, hoping that one might come loose and allow me the chance to escape the carseat. 

My attempt to break free was in vain, however, as Samuel opened the door and leaned closer to me. He held in his hand what looked like some kind of pacifier. But this one had a leather strap attached to it. 

"I can't have my baby girl being fussy and disturbing the neighbors now do I?" He asked rhetorically.

"Fuck y-" I began to say before he forced the pacifier-gag into my mouth and fastened the strap behind my head, locking it in place. It was tight enough and big enough to prevent much of any sound from escaping my mouth. 

"Now that's not very nice language for a little girl, is it?" He asked, raising a stern eyebrow. "Does Daddy need to teach you a lesson?"

I kicked my legs against the passenger seat in front of me. I knew it wasn't going to help me escape, but given the fact that I was gagged I tried anything I could to attract attention from any passersby. 

"Oh don't go throwing a tantrum, sweetie. You just got home!" He said as he commanded Emerson and Edwards to carry the car seat into the house with me still in it. 

"What if someone sees, sir?" Edwards asked in response to his command.

"Then they see?" He answered in the form of a question. "What are you worried about? Do as I say."

"They could call the police or something, I don't know." Edwards replied, worry plain in his voice.

Samuel only scoffed at the bigger man.

"The police?" Samuel laughed. "You think I haven't paid off every cop in this goddamn city? I own the police, Edwards. Now do what I say." He said dismissively as he turned and walked toward the front door.

The two men grabbed the carseat and followed Samuel with it with me still strapped in. I writhed and pulled at the straps, trying my hardest to get loose but to no avail. 

Eventually inside, the door slammed closed behind me, startling me in the seat.

"Oh did the door frighten you, baby girl?" Samuel cooed. I furrowed my eyebrows, trying to get the worst curse words I could think of out around the tightly-fitted pacifier gag. "I think someone needs a nap." Samuel concluded before commanding Edwards to bring me upstairs.

I was shocked at the man's strength. He picked the car seat up with my six-foot-tall body in it like it was nothing. Bringing me upstairs, he turned the corner and opened the door to a room near the stairs. Entering the room, I noticed it was a nursery, not dissimilar to the one Dina and I had for Abigail. 

The sight of the crib and the toys and the diapers reminded me of my little girl, and I couldn't help but start to cry. It had only been an hour since I was with her, but it felt like forever. I missed her and Dina with my whole heart. I was never the religious type, but I prayed silently to whatever divine force could hear me. Praying that I can return to my girls.

Edwards shut the door behind us, locking it with a key. Unbuckling the straps of the carseat, he seemed clearly frustrated and uncomfortable with the whole situation. My dispirited tears dropped from my cheek, a few of them landing on his hands.  

"Savannah." He said, talking to me like an adult. "Samuel. He-... he's completely lost it. I liked working for him before. But this? This isn't what I signed up for. Kidnapping, manhandling women like he made me do to Molly back there. It's fucked. Everything is just... fucked."

Finally getting the straps unlocked and unbuckled, he pulled me up to my feet.

"I'm sorry. I don't have the key to unlock the straps of the pacifier." He said as he put down the bars of the crib, motioning me to get in. I gave him a look as though saying, really?

"Come on Savannah, I can't help you unless you help me too." At his pleading I gave in and climbed into the crib, feeling absolutely humiliated in the process. "I'm the only friend you have in this house. Just go along with what Samuel wants. Keeping us both out of trouble is the best way to get you out of here."

Just as he turned to leave, the lock jiggled before the door opened, revealing Samuel standing there. He looked at Edwards with a concerned face. 

"Why'd you lock the door, Edwards?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"You told me to keep it locked at all times, sir." The taller man responded.

"Yeah, when no one's in here." Samuel scoffed in response. "Fucking idiot." He mumbled under his breath, though still fully audible to Edwards. He pushed through into the nursery, laying a maniacal smile across his face as he looked at me in the enclosed crib. 

"Aw! Is my little baby ready for her nap?" He asked as though I was truly his little. I rolled my eyes, trying with all my might to not leap out of the crib and attack the psychopathic kidnapper in front of me. 

"You're going down for your nap." Samuel stated sternly. "And when you wake up, I expect this attitude of yours to be gone. Understood, little one?" 

I glared daggers at him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of my obedience. But I remembered what Edwards had just told me: go along with it. So I swallowed my pride and, going against every fiber of my being, I nodded with reluctance. 

"Good girl." Samuel praised as he petted my head, making me visibly cringe with repulsion, before walking out of the room and locking the door behind him. 

Having maintained my strong, angry façade with Samuel in the room. Being left in the windowless darkness did allow me to feel the brunt of my emotions. I sobbed as images of Abigail and Dina crossed my mind. I didn't realize just how much I loved and cherished those two women until I was pulled away from them. They meant more to me than life itself. 

I wished more than anything I could be snuggled up with Abigail. She gave the best cuddles. Snuggling right into my chest, feeling her tiny breaths on my skin, it could calm me on even the most stressful of days. I tried to imagine her with me in that moment. It was that thought that gave me the crumb of solace needed to fall into a restless, tearful sleep.